Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 48

Helaena gave Aenyra a knowing look. "Aenyra, when was the last time you had your blood moon?"

Aenyra's brows knit together in thought. It had been some time certainly before they returned to King's Landing. It had to be about two moons, at least.

Lately, she'd been feeling unusually tired, and waves of nausea had come and gone without warning. She hadn't thought much of it until now.

Her hand drifted to her stomach again, heart beginning to race. Every time she and Aemond were together, he spoke with such joy about starting a family.

Could it really be possible?

Aenyra's heart raced at the thought. The idea of becoming a mother had always seemed so distant, yet now it loomed before her like a shadow. "I— I'm not sure," she stammered, her mind swirling with uncertainty. "What if I am? What would that mean for us?"

Helena reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Aenyra's arm. "Tell me how you've been feeling?"

Aenyra nodded slowly. "I've been feeling really nauseous lately, especially when certain smells hit me or right after I wake up. I also get these dizzy spells, and my body just feels so tired—it's not like me at all."

Helena smiled softly. "I think it's safe to say you are."

"Really? You think so?"

"Trust me, I've been through it two times myself. Everything you're describing suggests that you are. But it's best to see a Maester."
Feeling a mix of fear and excitement, Aenyra took a deep breath, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach again, She couldn't help but imagine a child with white hair, a perfect blend of her and Aemond. "But first, let's get you two married," Helena suggested, revealing a beautiful Valyrian robe that was tucked inside Aemonds wardrobe.

Aenyra's eyes widened in surprise. "We're having a traditional Valyrian wedding?"

Helena smiled warmly. "Aemond insisted that's what you would have wanted."

"I-It is!" Aenyra exclaimed, her heart racing. She couldn't believe he remembered that conversation from so long ago. They had once read about the customs in a history book, and she had shared her dream of a traditional Valyrian ceremony if she ever married. The thought brought a mixture of joy and nostalgia flooding back. Aemond truly knew her, and she couldn't be happier that he was the person she fell in love with. The thought that they are getting married and possibly starting a family made her heart swell.

Later, after dressing, Aenyra and Helaena made their way through the hidden passageways, discreetly navigating toward the gardens and the godswood. As Aenyra stepped past the worn stone steps, her breath caught at the sight before her.

The scene was nothing short of enchanting. Torches cast a soft, golden glow across the clearing, their flames dancing gently in the breeze. Autumn leaves drifted down in brilliant shades of orange and red, carpeting the earth like a blessing from the gods themselves.

Under the ancient godswood tree, Aemond stood waiting, dressed in an elegant Valyrian robe, his silver hair catching the firelight. Off to the left, Jacaerys offered her a warm, reassuring smile.

Aenyra felt a surge of gratitude. She silently thanked the gods for keeping them both safe after their earlier departure, neither bore a scratch, and for that, she was thankful..

Jacaerys walked over and offered her his arm as they walked together toward Aemond, "You look beautiful sister, even more so than mother did."

Aenyra smiled at his words,  but the closer they got to Aemond, the more she struggled to calm her racing heart, locking eyes with his striking blue gaze. To her surprise, there was no sign of nervousness on his face—only the warm smile that was reserved for her alone. She loved him with every beat of her heart and every breath in her lungs.